It was a good photograph of two people who were fond of each other.

His arm was round my shoulders because his arm was round my shoulders.

My head was tipped back because I was laughing.

His face was turned towards mine because he was saying something to me.

We were close together because we were sitting on the same bench.

There was nothing in that frame that was not true.

That is what made it work, and that is what I did not understand until I had been looking at it for some seconds — that she had not altered a single pixel inside the frame.

She had told no lie about the contents of the image.